Mystic Hotel Messenger ( Mystic Messenger x Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 4: The Unholy Trinity Reigns

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Yoosung traverses the desolate streets, his path littered with the remnants of life now stilled. He shoulders bags laden with provisions, the weight a tangible reminder of the world's upheaval. Despite the sombre scene, a faint melody escapes his lips, mingling with the eerie silence like a whispered prayer amidst the chaos. "Tralalalala," he sings softly, a hint of determination in his voice, "Eager to return and vanquish these creeping pests."

Startled by the sudden motion, Yoosung whirls around, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he rushes a figure, a blur of movement amidst the stillness of the desolate street. Instinctively, he tenses, his hand reaching for a makeshift weapon at his side. With narrowed eyes, he watches as the figure races past, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Yoosung's curiosity piqued, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow, his steps cautious yet determined.

"Hello?" Yoosung calls out, his voice cutting through the eerie quiet of the deserted street. "Why are you running?" he asks his tone a mix of concern and curiosity. As he waits for a response, his gaze remains fixed on the figure ahead, his senses alert for any sign of danger lurking in the shadows.

Yoosung continued casually, "I meant no harm, well, maybe about 80% of the time." He paused, then added, "Though I do have a proneness for stabbing living things and tearing them apart with my teeth."

The figure conjured a fiery blast aimed at Yoosung, but he swiftly dodged it. However, before he could react further, the figure leapt upon him, causing both of them to crash to the ground.

"Don't mess with me," the figure, sounding like a girl, growled. "I was just running past you. Why are you following me?" The figure holding Yoosung's wrist tightly

As Yoosung found himself close to the figure, he got a clear view of their face—deep red hair cascading around, with long bangs partially covering one eye, while the other, with a striking golden hue, remained visible.

"Oh my!" Yoosung exclaimed. "A bad girl"

MC raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?" she asked, standing up and releasing Yoosung's wrist.

Yoosung's eyes lit up with stars. "A bad girl!" he exclaimed. "I'm ready to be a masochist just for you."

MC responded with a deadpan expression. "Yeah, no."

MC, ready to walk away, suddenly found Yoosung clinging tightly to her leg, refusing to let go. "Let go of me, you brat!" she shouted, trying to free herself from his grasp.

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At the Mystic Hotel Messenger, V paced back and forth in a state of hysteria, his mind clearly diverted. Meanwhile, Saeran and Jumin who calmly held Elizabeth the 3rd, walking alongside his friend with a reassuring presence.

V's voice quivered with a detectable perturbation, each word laced with the weight of impending doom. "Alright, so the extermination is advancing in six months instead of the anticipated year. It's just a slight setback, a mere hiccup in our plans," he muttered, attempting to reassure himself more than anyone else. "Angels altering our timetable without a second thought. But who needs a whole year to salvage souls, hm?" His voice wavered, the panic beginning to seep through his facade of composure. "And what about the next time they decide to halve it again, and again? Are we supposed to just adapt endlessly?"